Darkness Everlasting (Guardians of Eternity #3)(83)
Author: Alexandra Ivy

"I would never do that," Darcy protested. "Besides, if they are anything like me they will have a mind of their own. They can decide what they want for their own future."

"Then we have a deal."

"I …" Darcy gave a slow nod of her head. "Thank you."

"You see, I’m not entirely evil."

"I’m glad to know that."

Mother and daughter regarded each other for a long moment, a tenuous harmony replacing the bitterness in Darcy’s heart.

At last Sophia gave a restless shrug and began walking toward the opening of the garage. "Run along, darling. These emotional partings are really not my thing."

With a small smile, Darcy watched her mother leave. She wasn’t goofy enough to ever believe they would have the sort of relationship she had always dreamed of, but just maybe they could at least find a measure of peace.

Having restrained himself long enough, Styx moved to her side, and before she knew what was happening she was being scooped off the ground and held tightly in his arms.

"Come, Darcy," he said gently. "It’s time you were in your bed."

Reaching up, Darcy pressed her fingers to his lips. "Our bed."

Chapter Twenty-Four

Much to the astonishment of everyone, Styx in the end allowed Levet to fulfill his dream of driving the gleaming black Jag. Ignoring Darcy’s curious gaze, he muttered something about being willing to sacrifice the citizens of Chicago just to shut up the annoying pest, but he didn’t doubt his all too perceptive mate was beginning to suspect that he didn’t detest the outrageous gargoyle as much as he liked to pretend.

Besides, it gave him the perfect excuse to keep Darcy wrapped in his arms.

Squealing with delight, the tiny gargoyle hopped behind the steering wheel and revved the engine as Styx commanded to be taken to his private lair. Styx settled in the passenger seat with Darcy carefully cradled in his lap. She fit perfectly, of course, with her head snuggled in the curve of his shoulder and her tiny bottom pressed against his stirring erection.

He would endure a lot more than a hair-raising trip through the dark streets of Chicago for such utter contentment, he decided.

Laving his cheek on the top of her head, he breathed deeply of her sweet scent and ruefully considered how the mighty were fallen. His once haughty dignity and cold logic were replaced with stunted gargoyles and stubborn angels. Even worse, he was now more or less related to a mangy pack of werewolves.

And he didn’t even have the sense to care.

Pulling Darcy closer, Styx closed his eyes as Levet managed to take out a street sign and an unfortunate mailbox that was stupid enough to be on the sidewalk.

They had driven (if anyone could call the reckless swerving actually driving) for nearly half an hour when Darcy suddenly lifted her head to study the sleepy suburbs they were passing through with alarming speed.

"Where are we going?" she demanded.

"To my lair. My true lair south of the city."

She sent Styx a searching gaze. "Why aren’t we returning to Dante’s?"

"Because as soon as we arrive Shay and Abby will be nagging to fuss and flutter over you. I’ll be lucky if I’m even allowed a glimpse of my own mate until they’re satisfied you are unharmed. I’m a selfish beast and I want to spend the next few centuries having you completely to myself."

"Ah." She readily snuggled her head back onto his chest, a satisfied smile curving her lips. "How far away is it?"

Styx gently massaged her neck as his mouth touched the satin skin of her temple. "Several hours with Level’s creative driving. I believe you will have ample time for a nap." He lowered his voice. "Trust me, your nerves will be eternally grateful if you can manage to sleep through the trip."

"Hey…" the gargoyle began to protest only to break off as he was forced to swerve to avoid a hapless garbage can.

Darcy chuckled as she hid her face and clung tight. "Perhaps you’re right."

Concentrating on the sweet warmth he cradled in his arms, Styx managed to hold his tongue and, astonishingly, his temper as the gargoyle took out a final street sign and they were roaring down the road that would lead them to Styx’s private lair. There were fewer objects to hit, thank God. Nothing beyond a few small pine trees and the occasional culvert.

Near three hours later, Levet screeched to a halt before the fading white farmhouse. Although it was in far better repair than the hotel Salvatore had chosen for his lair in Chicago, Styx couldn’t deny that it was nothing in comparison to the lairs of Dante and Viper. Not unless someone preferred the silence of the countryside and the more natural beauty of rolling hills, dogwood trees, and the mighty Mississippi.

He dismissed the vague regret he didn’t possess the sort of lavish, sprawling home that would impress his new mate. After living for years on the streets, and in cramped apartments, he suspected she would be delighted to be given the opportunity to choose the house of her dreams.

Besides, while the caves below the house might be dark and dismal, for now they provided just what he desired. Absolute safety and the sort of secluded privacy that wouldn’t be interrupted.

His Ravens would arrive before dawn, and no one, absolutely no one, would be allowed to pass the threshold.

Careful not to waken the woman in his arms, Styx slipped from the car.

"Return to Viper and assure him that we are well. I will speak with him in a few days," he commanded before a faint smile touched his lips. "Oh, and Levet…"

"Oui?"

His gaze deliberately shifted to the gleaming car that now sported several dings and scratches, not to mention one very large dent in the bumper.

"You might consider leaving Illinois before Viper can get a good look at his car. He’s killed for less."

The gargoyle’s gray skin became downright ashen. For all of Viper’s smooth sophistication, he possessed a temper that was a wonder to behold. He also possessed an obsessive love for his expensive collection of cars.

A combination that boded ill for the tiny demon.

Clearly sensing his own danger, Levet swallowed heavily.

"I will admit I’ve had a most overwhelming urge to visit the West Coast," he said shakily. "December in Chicago is always so dismal."

"A fine notion."

Chuckling beneath his breath at the thought of Viper’s reaction to his beautiful Jag, Styx entered the house and headed directly to the cellars. From there it was an easy matter to open the secret panel that led to the vast caves that tunneled beneath the bluffs.

His footsteps never faltered despite the inky blackness and confusing maze of caverns. He could find his way through the tunnels blindfolded.